Reminder: Please kindly note that this is a remix of angelrider13's fic titled: Resist Order 66. This has been written with her permission and blessing.

- We're going from highs to lows as we explore the relationship between General Tiplee and her Commander.

Of Doom, his two Generals, and the beginning of the End.

This is supposed to be easy. It's the first time in a long time his General sees action after the day she almost fell- the day she was run through by a lightsaber so that whenever she stretches, she gives a small small grimace of pain that nobody is supposed to see. But he does. And he's sure his brothers do as well. They all say nothing because they are just men before the power of the Force that can make them taste ash in their mouths as readily as stars die.

They are on some small Separatist planet, just the two of them; their plan is to scout and fall back at any sign of danger.

But now, as his General stalks ahead, anger and fury in every step she takes, Doom thinks that maybe this isn't so easy after all as his comms click on and he hears those dreaded dreaded words that had caused the beginning of the Fall.

Execute Order 66.

Suddenly, abruptly, Doom is longer on this forsaken planet that has more shadows than light. He is back in that place where it all started when General Tiplar fell without a single sound. He had been fighting with his brothers, moving in unison without a single wasted breath. Then everything had slowed down, maybe it had even stopped, when General Tiplar had graced them with a rare rare smile, cocked her head at someone coming up behind her, and dropped with the span of seconds. They were all vaguely aware of their sister General's cry, but it sounded too far off to be anything real when as one, the men had looked from their General's body on the ground, to the tip of a blaster, to settle on Tup's blank blank face.

"Good soldiers follow orders," was his response to his fellow brothers.

It had been a miracle Tup even made it to the Jedi's safe hands to be interrogated.

Execute Order 66.

Those three words brings Doom back to the present and he finds himself silently padding after General Tiplee, the way they are supposed to because they are on the lookout for danger and-

She has no idea that the danger is him as he points his blaster at her back.

He wonders if this is what Tup had felt that day so very very long ago; ice is flowing where blood should be and it is seeping into his very soul.

He is cold as something inside him breaks and cries and screams because he must kill the General, the Jedi, and all things holy and good in this galaxy.

Execute Order 66.

General Tiplee is still marching forward, one with the shadows as she peers over the edge of the rocks as if they will reveal secrets unknown. There is a beat, two, where Doom stays his hand and the General's tendrils flicker as if knowing something is amiss.

In the end, it matters not if the General notices him. It matters not if Doom doesn't want to shoot her. It matters not that he had promised to cherish the woman before him until the end of times. And it surely matters not that he knows how much this war is costing them both and that come what may, he would rather die than to hurt her.

What does matter is that he pulls the trigger and the shot sails straight through the left shoulder blade, inches from her spine.

Tiplee whirls, lightsaber cutting an arc in the air despite the wound dealt to her. In the blade's light that illuminates them both, she freezes. Her blue blue eyes that are not unlike her lightsaber widen in shock and confusion. It's in this moment that Doom appreciates the horrifying beauty of the moment before he feels air. She had sliced his blaster in half with a grim determined face.

A hand is on her chest and even from this distance, Doom can see dark dark liquid seeping through her fingers. Something revolts in his stomach but there is no time to even consider what that feeling is, no time to consider anything when his General lunges forward, lightsaber in a wide sweep that is meant to take out his legs. His body is not his own as he leaps back, one hand pulling out his blaster pistol, the other steadying himself against the rocks. He has a second to breath before he's dodging another swipe that shatters the terrain. The rocks explode around him, making him drop his weapon.

With ice swelling in his body and nothing else on his person, Doom finds himself taking three big steps forward. His body slams into his General's and he can hear her gasp before they are both tumbling over an edge and down an incline. They hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air out of their lungs.

Her lightsaber flies several clicks away. His General doesn't even have a chance to reach for it before he is straddling her, his hands on her neck. He's squeezes and it's as if he's watching this surreal scene from far far away- him on top bearing down on his General trapped below who is clawing and fighting for air. His General who is losing this battle for her movements are slowing, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

She spits at him and suddenly, he realizes he is no longer wearing his helmet. It seemed to have disappeared and he can no longer recall if he had even been wearing it in the first place. The spittle lands on his naked cheek and it's a disgusting gop laced with desperation and fear- but it is warm and bloody, seeming to flood his veins to combat the ice that had carved its way to his heart.

Doom isn't aware he had loosened his grip until his General shoves. He flies, his back slamming hard against the rocks. Something in him snaps and he knows it's something physical when pain laces his body. In the distance, Tiplee hacks and coughs away, breathing in much needed air, before she stands up.

A familiar hiss and heat against his cheek has Doom opening his eyes to so much blue- the blue of his General's weapon, the blue of his General's eyes, and the blue of his General's blood that is smeared on her clothes. Her left arm is cradled close to her body.

"Commander," Tiplee grounds out through gritted teeth. Her tendrils seem to flare up which reminds Doom of some vague human mythology of time long past. A story about a woman so beautiful and a woman so terrifying that she turned all those who looked at her to stone. "Explain yourself."

The words crawl out faster than he can stop them. "Good soldiers follow orders."

And if he had said it before Tup had shot their beloved Tiplar, she would have flinched at his words. But something has changed since that day so Tiplee does not recoil like Doom had thought she would at those four words that had dripped from another clone's lips not so long ago. The lightsaber does not waver from its spot near his neck.

His General's eyes narrow even as her breath hitches in reply. "You-" She cuts off as everything slides into place regarding mysteries on Ringo Vinda that had never been solved and the words of a brother that had never been explained. Silence prevails for a long long beat where Doom does nothing but gulp in air like he isn't getting enough. Dimly, he realizes that perhaps he really isn't getting enough air because one of his lungs is dying on him.

"What is going on," Tiplee whispers to no one and everyone as her lightsaber flickers off. Blood is still streaming like water down her tunic but it's a trickle compared to the waterfall it was before. Doom tears his eyes away from the blue and settles on the rocks beyond.

"Order 66," he answers. "A contingency plan for the death of the Jedi."

"The death of the Jedi," she repeats and suddenly, she is kneeling in front of him, keening and crying and sounding like she is dying.

Maybe she is as her head snaps up at him; Doom knows she doesn't see him as she looks at something beyond, her face a kaleidoscope of equal parts horror, pain, and wonder.

It is indeed the death of the Jedi as his General breaks down in front of him and there is nothing Doom can do but watch with a heavy heart.

Somewhere over the two of them, Tiplar sighs at the sight of her two darling people, her comforting hands going through both their shoulders.

A/N:

- This will be a part 1 of 2 with the next chapter from Tiplee's POV. I really enjoyed writing this as I honestly don't know much about these characters beyond the Star Wars: The Clone Wars TV show so I actually had to do some research. It makes me realize that I wanted to see more other worldly creatures as Jedi and how that can change how those characters perceive the universe.

- Hope you enjoy!

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